All Hail Cousin Brother

In the dream, he took Yu Youyao's hand, Yu Youyao slammed into his arms, and the lights were dim, but her lips were fragrant and fragrant, tugging at the heartstrings.

His breath was strong, his heart beat like a drum, he lowered his head unconsciously, and the tip of his nose touched hers.

This time, he didn't pull away.

She was originally aggressive, but when she fell, she became cautious, young and ignorant, obsessed but tender, Yu Youyao's eyes were red and moist, her eyes were thin and red, and there were tears on her eyelids. , like a delicate apricot, delicate and innocent, but soft and charming like water.

For the first time in her life, Zhou Linghuai had the urge to bully her.

Bullied her until she cried.

Zhou Linghuai woke up suddenly.

In the middle of the night, only a small lamp was left in the room, covered with a lampshade, and it became more and more dim and hazy.

His sweat was wet on his temples, and he panted turbidly, mixed with messy breathing, which was particularly clear in the dark room, and there was still an indescribable numbness in his tailbone.

It seems unbearable, but also joyful, ecstasy.

Zhou Linghuai finally understood why when he was young, he only felt satisfied when he was holding a petite girl, but when he grew up, he became dissatisfied with his "desire".

Passionate and Desire!

Desire is thought.

Yu Youyao made him lustful.

After panting for a while, Zhou Linghuai stood up straight, sat on the edge of the bed, picked up the teapot placed on the bedside table, raised his head, and poured directly into his mouth.

Adam's apple arc undulating, with tea, sliding down from the throat knot.

After drinking more than half of the pot of water, Zhou Linghuai felt that the fever on his body gradually calmed down.

Chang'an, who was on duty outside, heard the movement and called out, "Master?"

Zhou Linghuai frowned, glanced at the white trousers, and said in a hoarse voice: "Put a basin of water in, and change the sheets."

After a night of no dreams, when Yu Youyao woke up, the room was still a little dark.

It was probably because her cousin was so kind to her that she felt a little spoiled and "baby" without realizing it.

There was a hazy voice in her heart that kept bewitching her—

Call him cousin every day, do you really take him as a cousin?

He is not your cousin at all!

His name is Yin Huaixi, he is the prince of Zhou Li and Yin Huaixi, the king of Wumu Dingbei.

He just borrowed Zhou Linghuai's identity and lived in Yu Mansion.

He is not related to you.

Only the friendship of bamboo horses.

Yu Youyao suddenly didn't want to call him cousin anymore, but he didn't call him cousin anymore, so what should he be called?

Yin Huaixi?

King Wumu?

Brother Yin?

...

Brother Jingzhi blurted out like this, and her heart was hazy and happy.

Yu Youyao suddenly lost his interest, and even had no appetite for breakfast. He only used a small bowl of rouge rice porridge, and asked the servants to withdraw the meal.

I don't know if it was because the weather was so hot that it made people suffocated and panicked.

Wulang is built next to the Qingwu tree, shaded by thick shades, but also pleasant.

At this time, Madam Xu came over with a stack of gift slips and booklets: "The girl received a lot of birthday gifts yesterday, and I have already ordered someone to sort them out."

Yu Youyao glanced at it, then raised her forehead: "I have a headache."

Every birthday, just the gift list sent by Xie's house, has to organize a thick booklet, and the other bits and pieces are added up, and the eyes will have to look at the flowers.

Seeing her dazed and lethargic, Mother Xu asked with a smile, "What's wrong? Are you still not happy after receiving so many gifts?"

Yu Youyao likes to receive gifts, no matter what it is, as long as she receives it, she is very happy, and if it happens to be a gift, she is even happier.

After the birthday, it can be opened for a long time even if the gift is opened, which is not too annoying.

Yu Youyao sighed: "Mammy, why do you think people must grow up?"

When I grow up, I have more rules and regulations and more scruples, so I can't do what I want and do what I want.

She doesn't like it.

Mammy Xu looked at Yu Youyao carefully, and between her delicate eyebrows, she traced the blue bird's head, the dark gray eyebrows, and swept it lightly, like a layer of light smoke and mist, adding a trace of light sorrow.

The delicate and fresh little girl seems to have grown up overnight.

When there is something on your mind, there is also sadness.

Aunt Xu sighed with emotion: "Only when people grow up can they do what they want to do and choose the path they want to walk. Although there are many rules and regulations bound to the body, there are relatively more choices. ."

Yu Youyao frowned, although this was not wrong.

But those choices were not what she wanted.

What she wanted was too deviant for most women.

Mother Xu said earnestly: "As the daughter of an official family, it is true that there are many things that you can't do, but in fact, most people in the world can't help it. Profit is the name of the family, and we must strive for the glory of our ancestors. In life, if you want what you want, you will strive for what you want."

If you want what you want, go for it, Yu Youyao's eyes are dark.

The case of fraud in the scientific examination has implicated some people again. The imperial court ordered to reward those students who were innocently implicated and died tragically in prison.

Don't talk about it anymore.

Turning to talk about the fact that two months later, the imperial court reopened the division and took office.

Song Mingzhao's name has also been mentioned repeatedly, and everyone is speculating that, after a prison disaster, Song Shizi, who is so amazing, can still be a blockbuster?

Beijing has resumed its former prosperity and liveliness, and posts of various banquets are endless.

Few people cared about it. It was the end of April, and there was no rain, and the reduction of rice production was inevitable.

Many farms stopped losses in time and planted drought-tolerant crops. However, if it does not rain in the future, the yield of drought-tolerant crops will also be reduced.

The price of food has risen to one hundred and twenty cents a liter.

More and more people are begging on the streets.

Every day in the market, there are many children with grass on their heads who want to sell them as slaves.

In the Chenghuang Temple on the outskirts, every day there are beggars who died of illness, starvation, or beggars who were beaten to death for looting food.

There are more and more corpses in the mass graves.

...

The Yu Mansion also received a lot of invitations, but Mrs. Yu in the big house was a widow, and Mrs. Yang was sick for three years, and some invitations were pushed as they could.

But there is one post that is quite special.

It was sent by the royal palace of Rongjun.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, there were many idle clans, and there were only a few who were directly descended from Emperor Gaozu, who were named kings, hereditary, and irreplaceable.

Some have been won titles, some have never even been awarded titles, and most of them live by eating their ancestors.

The ancestral industry can't afford it, and they can rely on the intertwined connections of the clan, and rely on the identity of the clan to run amuck and bully the commoners, and there are many people who are killed.

Therefore, the clan's reputation is not very good.